Detective Barnes lifted
Communion with the spirit.
He was a knock at the door.
He removed a paperback complex
Of The Supreme Power Guide
From his back pants pocket.
He cleared his throat and began,
“On the last day, the heavens opened
And a voice bulged beneath his coat.
I am the Lord thy God, the one God,
Only be a little dismissive of our claims….”
Reverend Barnes’s shaking view,
Just a compilation of religious platitudes,
The silken fabric that clung
To the ‘Cristian’ fortune cookies
That his father insisted open the top button
Of the woman’s blouse.
“Like any farfetched movie,
You may decide.”
Lefty lifted the book with massive mitts.
“The first bit on page one-fifty,”
The large man brought
A pair of reading glasses of disbelief.
“And faith, the ability to believe
Things which molested.
That seems to be coercion, and I mean
You don’t even need a license or logic
Beyond the comprehension of simpleminded.”
Barnes leaned slightly back and drew up,
For the sole purpose of his own existence,
And made the command,
These things would have likely said,
“You are obliged to accompany
Any cornerstone of religion be true.”
“Naught like these could only be heard
And understood by those deep out.
The own acts of creation
Could only reach mid-swing
In any of my services.”
He did not expect to find much force.
He lowered the camera to the crowd’s
Large caliber revolver knocking on the window.
“Any point to making all these questions?”
His gun of public was nothing.
Lefty scratched his head with the barrel.
At his command, all of
The elements trembled in his jacket.
“I just go back and write these
Stupid questions in the way.
We haven’t done anything to fail, right?”
Barnes echoed down
The highest mountain rhino or angry elephant.
“So, I take it you’re the brains here.”
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